Tuesday, September 19, 2000

Garden: A sore pain...


A sore pain troubles me day and night, and I cannot sleep; I long for the meeting with my Beloved, and my father's house gives me pleasure no more. The gates of the sky are opened, the temple is revealed: I meet my husband, and leave at His feet the offering of my body and my mind.

Next: This is the end of a path, but not the end of the garden. Return to the beginning: would you like to follow the call of the VEENA again, or follow the FLUTE?


[Source: RT 31; 2.100. nis` din sâlai ghâw]

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